viernes, 24 de abril de 2015

It happened
more than one year ago, I don’t know why, but, it came to my mind recently. I
was in Prague’s airport ready to go to Japan and I saw a girl that was also
waiting that plane that never took off the day before. It was more than one
year ago, but today it popped up into my mind like a yesterdays’ fresh memory.

I sat in front of the girl and I started
talking to her. She was very nice. A Finnish girl, maybe Swedish, I don’t
remember, who was going to Japan for work, performing in a circus. I was very
surprised, such a young girl. She was twenty-two years old and was going to
travel to the most far East to work, with all the visa stuff arranged and a
work contract with her. She explained all those things without losing the
brightening smile on her face. Not even a second.

The boarding time arrived and I rushed towards
the door to make sure that, that time, it would be possible to take the flight.
It was my second try, as I explained back in that day in this blog. Meanwhile
she went to the toilet, so many people stood up between us. Every time I looked
back and our eyes coincided, she dedicated a cute wink of an eye with here
gorgeous smile always turned on. That was one year ago, but, even though I
don’t remember her name, I remember her face as if that had happened last
night. When she passed across me in the alley of the flight winked an eye and
smile. When I went to the plane’s toilet and I saw her, sitting in her seat,
winked an eye and smiled. The same some more times.

Once we landed in Moscow, where our flight had
to make scale, she approached me with more winks and smiles, and asked to me:

-Can
we go together to the terminal C? – Which was the terminal where our flight to
Tokyo took off from.

I noticed her a little bit overwhelmed of
being alone in such an unknown place and, as I told to her earlier, I had
traveled quite a lot before, so she might had thought that I could be helpful.
We were walking together, chatting, and I thought about sex. It’s told that the
men have an average of eight to ten sexual fantasies a day. I had all of them
along the twenty minutes we were walking together. Then, suddenly, she started
looking continuously at her phone.

-I
have to meet my friend over here – She said.

I was
wandering if her friend was going to be a boy or a girl, until we saw him. There
he was, behind the glass of the smokers lounge. And then she told me that she
was going to smoke a cigarette too, before continuing the walk until the
terminal. And then she went inside the smoker’s lounge and I saw through the
glass how she kissed her friend on his lips.

-Ok
- I thought. - I confused her sympathy with something else – I told myself. And
I kept walking on my own until the waiting room of the terminal.

After a while, they appeared, happily speaking
to each other. She looked at me, but didn’t wink. They sat in a seat a couple
of files ahead of mine. After a boring span time, I decided to wake up and
speak to them. He was nice, but she wasn’t. She was trying to get his attention
speaking in their language and avoiding talking to me. I got it. She didn’t
need me anymore, so she didn’t want to know anything more about me. She used me
as a free guide trough the unknown airport and then discarded me as an old
useless toy. Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable, but luckily my stomach started
hurting and I had to go to the toilet to drop a big shit. As I do in almost all
the airports I step on. And I had only seen them once again, while we were
waiting for our luggage, but I didn’t bother to say them good bye before I
left.